Getting drunk on marriage: Domineering president, please take over

Chapter 16 How many men?
Mo Ziqian hugged Suman forcefully and went straight to the elevator, pressing the button.

Su Man couldn't help biting her lip, this Mo Ziqian bought some medicine in her gourd, and she insisted on entering her room, but she was stuck again, "Honey, let's go to the hotel."

"Do you like hotels?"

"Yeah," Suman nodded straight, "the hotel has a good atmosphere and is clean. You know I'm busy with work and my home is messy. And I like to drink some wine before, to add to the fun, and I like to be in the bathroom, with The throbbing bathtub."

Su Man pressed close to Mo Ziqian, blinking his eyes charmingly, the ambiguity was self-evident.

"I like to be at home. I feel more secure. You and I are people of status. What if the police suddenly attack you?" Mo Ziqian directly refused, making Suman dumbfounded for a moment.

"Ding—" The elevator arrived, and Mo Ziqian walked in with her arms around her.

He was about to break into her personal space.

After getting out of the elevator, I saw the only door. It was very quiet here. Mo Ziqian said in a low voice, "The environment is nice and quiet."

When Su Man rented this place, he liked this, and was escorted to the door by Mo Ziqian, "Manman, open the door."

But Suman stood on tiptoe and put his arms around Mo Ziqian's neck, "Master, my house is really messy and it will affect my performance. If you don't enjoy yourself, you will be fine."

Su Man stretched out his fingers and tapped Mo Ziqian's brows, his big and charming eyes flashed, leaving a dark shadow behind his long eyelashes.

"Don't worry, as long as the person is you, there is heaven everywhere," Mo Ziqian brushed his thumb over her lips, taking away a bright red cloud, "Today, I will be here."

The man's strength was not heavy, Suman only felt a itch on his lips, like a flash of electricity, directly hitting his heart.

So caring, he was whispering to her.

"Young Master Mo, you are really bad," Su Man said coquettishly, but she was annoyed in her heart, how could she invite this god away?

"Open the door, Manman," Mo Ziqian suddenly grabbed her waist, and kissed her face.

Mo Ziqian's kiss was direct and fierce, and his long tongue was rolled up directly, and he was forced to dance with it, taking away her breath and leaving trails of unthinkable enthusiasm.

Just when she was in a daze, Mo Ziqian simply reached into her bag with his other hand and took out the key.

For a moment, it hung in front of Suman's eyes.

Suman was defeated and had to open the door.

But Mo Ziqian did not let go, he pressed on step by step, kissing non-stop, the two walked into the room without chaotic footsteps.

In the darkness, the man pressed the woman tightly, and Suman's front was burning hot. In the force, she pressed a button on her back, and with a snap, the lights in the living room turned on instantly.

The light was very dazzling, Mo Ziqian narrowed his eyes slightly, but what caught his eyes was the empty coffee table, and the red underwear casually thrown on the sofa was very abrupt.

A flash of panic flashed in Suman's eyes, but he tried his best to hold back.

"It's a little messy," Mo Ziqian said flatly.

Su Man pretended to beat Mo Ziqian's chest, "Didn't everyone tell me that there is no one to clean the house?"

Mo Ziqian looked around for a while, and found that the black trousers deep in the sofa darkened his black eyes.

It was a pair of small trousers, Mo Ziqian's voice changed slightly, faintly hoarse, "Go and let me see."

Su Man blushed, and hit the man again, "You are so bad."

Mo Ziqian squeezed Su Man's hand, "Men are not bad and women don't love them."

"I don't want it," Suman twisted her waist, there is no trace of a man here, this is her home, her private domain, how could this man be allowed to act recklessly.

"Go quickly, or I'll take you right away," at this time, the woman was still wearing a mask.

He gave her a lot of things. At the beginning, she took away all the clothes, bags and accessories in the villa. She thought she was a greedy woman, but she didn't want to see her again. Her house was as clean as a girl who just debuted. College Students.

"I just said to go to the hotel. The lights at home are too bright, and there is no atmosphere," Suman said coquettishly.

Mo Ziqian clasped her chin with his hand, lifted her beautiful face, and the man's searching black eyes locked onto the woman's, "Manman, why did you do this?"

"What are you doing, young master?" Suman deliberately puzzled.

"What about the things I gave you?"

"It's gone," Suman said without blushing or panting.

"Suman, you're not a vain woman, why do you act like this outside?" Mo Ziqian's voice raised a little.

"Haha, young master, your answer is not funny at all," Suman laughed wantonly.

Mo Ziqian stared at Su Man closely. Su Man laughed a few times, but couldn't stop laughing.

"Master Mo, there is no woman who doesn't like jewelry, expensive clothes, houses and cars. Of course, I love you the most, Master Mo Ziqian."

Su Man's instant smile was bright and moving, Mo Ziqian hugged her without realizing it, then lowered his head again, and grabbed the woman's delicate lips.

The scorching flames were blazing, and even more so, the two of them were glued to each other in this small doorway, working tirelessly.

The woman's breathing is unstable, Mo Ziqian really has a way, every time he can find the woman's sensitivity, and bring out the most gorgeous color in her body.

Enthusiastically, Mo Ziqian bit the woman's earlobe lightly and said hoarsely, "Which man am I here?"

"What do you think?" Suman's breath was cloudy.

Mo Ziqian narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his head and bit the woman's collarbone suddenly, and said almost swearing, "I don't want to know who I was before, but from now on, it can only be me."

(End of this chapter)